“I don’t know how many people saw me walk through town that night, or what they thought. But nobody ever said anything to me. And nobody ever found Harold’s body. “It was a long time before I was right in the head after that. What He made me do that night…it was worse than dying. But it was effective too. I’ve never tried leaving Terrel again since. He made His point.” Angelica finally looked up, black mascara streaked down her cheeks. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Is that a good enough story for you? I don’t think the paper will publish it in Terrel.” “Did you ever go back to”—Joe cleared his throat— “look for the body?” She laughed. “Are you kidding? At first I didn’t really want to find it, but eventually, I had to. I had to know. I was sick to my stomach for weeks—both from thinking about what I’d done, and from worrying about what the police would do to me when they found him. I took a lot of walks over that stretch of land. And every time, I felt like someone was staring at the back of my neck.
